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The dog was almost as bad as the cat. It stood there with its tongue hanging out staring at me as though I were about to do something wonderful while I stood in front of it trying to figure out how to kill it.
It was a large German soft brown eyes. An expression that quizzed me as to what I wanted it to do for me. When I yelled at it, “Just roll over and die, dammit,” it cocked its head at me.
My god I must be the most inept murderer on the whole planet.
And time is running out. I have to do this before it is too late.
I think though.
Yes. If I can’t do it in time to stop it. I will still do it. If I can’t stop it in time I’m damn well going to get revenge for it. And that bastard will never enjoy what is rightfully mine. MINE!
That settles it. I have to have a gun. Something I can shoot and not make it so damn personal.
In trying to figure out how to kill animals though I did come up with one fact. Places that deal with and dispose of animals have things I can use. Tranquilizers and guns that shoot them. They also have things for lethal injections. All things I think I can use.
The best part is that this is not a really big town. Evidently no one has ever broken into the shelter. When I went there looking for an animal they didn’t seem to have a lot of protections at all.
The Homewrecker Series (tm) 
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